With my brother’s help, I got it back. Every piece was intact, but something inside me had shifted. I realized Gregory didn’t value what mattered most to me—and never truly respected my voice.So I packed my essentials, including Nana’s tea set, and left.That night in my new apartment, I washed each cup carefully and brewed a single cup of Earl Grey. Sitting on the floor, I finally understood: it wasn’t just about the tea set. It was about keeping the love, history, and dignity that came with it.And that was something I would never let anyone take from me again.